X: Sometimes i feel i am robot. No emotions. Nothing. Blank. Using words in an attempt to induce the emotions i think i should be feeling. I thought that things take time to sink it for me. But maybe that's just an excuse. Maybe i am a frickin robot.
Y: It wouldn't be too difficult to set up a mask to shield yourself from the world. A buffer, a survival mechanism to let you deal with things in a trickle instead of a rush. That makes you the furthest thing from a robot. Acutely human.